Several years ago I sold my office building and began working from home. I converted a small bedroom into a very cozy office. My desk abuts a window that looks out to what seems to be a forest of trees but is merely my front yard. Through the trees I can see my neighbor’s house across the street.
I do not know my neighbors. They are a couple from India. We occasionally meet at our mailboxes and exchange “hellos”, but nothing more. They are quiet folks who keep to themselves. I respect their desire for privacy. We are the same age – early 60s.
Recently my neighbor (the woman) walked over to my house. She explained her husband had terminal cancer and they needed a health care power of attorney. She asked if I could be a witness since he was unable to leave the house. I had no idea what was happening across the street.
Since then I have watched cars coming and going from their house during the day. I assume they are health care and hospice workers. An interesting phenomena is that almost all of the visitors are women.
Yesterday the cars were different. I recognized members of the extended family. No health care and hospice workers.
For several years I have been thinking of volunteering with hospice. Perhaps it is time.